the oh so quiet show

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I know the office jukebox is streaming from my iTunes when Doves comes on. Not sure I’ve ever watched the video for “There Goes the Fear” before, but I listened to the song obsessively when it first came out. Still good.

I feel like I’m watching a guy’s midlife crisis…in the form of an animated collage…on massive drugs.

I used to love That Thing You Do! when I was in middle school. Someone uploaded the whole movie to YouTube so I watched it again. I needed happy songs.

Yay, happies.

..Because my roommate likes to blast it on repeat: “Go West” by the Pet Shop Boys.

I think I’m getting used to it. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

Some videos I enjoyed at work today:

Western Spaghetti by Pes.

Where The Hell is Matt? (2008)

This video is hypnotic:

Dear god…why can’t I stop watching…

So these days I mostly listen to Fionn Regan and Lykke Li. You have to stick music directly into my earholes for me to listen to new things these days. I don’t know why. Do days still have 24 hours? Feels more like 20.

The other day I listened to The Wallflower’s Bringing Down the Horse in its entirety with a friend who, like me, once loved the crap out of that album. …10 years ago. We were inspired after walking by a poster advertising Jakob Dylan’s new album. For some reason we figured that artists just ceased all activity once we stopped listening to them. Which is, you know, wrong. I haven’t listened to the new album yet, but I’ll give it a whirl.

And then I’ll watch more hover bacon.

I too wish there had been Rick Astley action, but they did a pretty good job of reinforcing the fact that I spend way too much time online. However, I didn’t recognized everything…just 95% of it. Oh dear.

I couldn’t say it was awesome until Charlie the Unicorn popped up. You know, Charlie?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2 is just “wtf” for six minutes. But sometimes that’s what you need.

I sent this video of a montage of cats walking on treadmills to a co-worker a few days ago:

The soundtrack is perfect; otherwise this video would just be a “mediocre” instead of “super awesome” montage of cats walking on treadmills. My favorite parts are the ones with the fuzzy, fat cat walking to the heavy THUMP THUMP THUMPs. Yup.

I like how my interests become more juvenile the more I look at YouTube.

Music wise I seem to have hit a wall where I just don’t care anymore. But not really. For the past few weeks I listened specifically to two artists I rarely listen to: Embrace and Imogen Heap. No idea why, especially since listening to Embrace just made me feel depressed. Instead of trying to find new music, maybe I’ll just revisit stuff I haven’t listened to in ages.

I’ve felt a bit bad for not being terribly interested in seeing Sigur Ros during their upcoming tour. I went apeshit over them seven years ago. …Holy crap, I’m getting old. (Just kidding. I’m still somewhat of a baby.) How many people out there have liked an artist consistently for 7+ years? I’m not sure I have any of those. Not that there aren’t albums I could listen to today and still be as interested in as I was 7+ years ago (I think I have a handful of those), but to have that obsessive “OMG I LOVE [so and so] TO DEATH!!”…yeah, not sure if I’ve got that anymore.

Anyhoo, I don’t predict going to many concerts soon (unless they’re free) because in two weeks, I will be a Brooklynite. Yes, the time time to move out of NJ and cut my commuting time in half has finally come. Now I just have to clean up my crap and move my crap and buy more crap.

I’d be totally cool with turning this blog into one that only posts videos on Fridays of synchronized kitten dancing.

Cut Copy, taken by Amy

Last Saturday (only a week ago, really?) I went to Studio B to see Cut Copy with Amy, Jess, and Alex. It was my first “real” concert in…a long time. Strange to think that in high school I had the stamina to go to a concert, say, more than once every two months, but now I kind of loathe the thought of staying out until my contacts adhere themselves to my eyeballs and potentially having to go to work the next day. (I’m going to see Caribou this Friday though. Excitement! Wee!)

The main reason I went to see Cut Copy, besides that I like their music, was because Amy asked me to. Alex was a last minute add-on when he said, “OHAI, I’m coming down from Vassar for the weekend just because!” He didn’t have a ticket, but all we had to do was wait outside in a line moving at the speed of a disabled sloth before he was allowed entrance. Our wait was enhanced by shivering fun!—neither of us had brought jackets so we could avoid checking them in. This was the first time I actually left everything at home (”home” being Tristan’s not-too-far-away apartment) aside from a few necessities I could cram into Alex’s pockets. After waiting forever to check my bag in the last time I went to Studio B, I didn’t want to relive the horror.

This also mean I couldn’t lug my dSLR with me, but sometimes it’s okay not to take photos. I guess. Also, Amy took plenty.

Cut Copy, taken by Amy

So…the concert. I’ve become increasingly horrible at being able to describe these things. Most of the songs they played appeared to be from their first album, Bright Like Neon Love, which worked for me because I hadn’t listened to their newest one, In Ghost Colours. I think I…danced. Just a tad. It’s a rare thing, to see me dancing because I’m too self-conscious and feel like an mal-coordinated idiot when I move in ways beyond walking/running/etc. The band was into it, and the screaming fans led me to believe that the crowd was too.

The only low points of the concert were 1) standing next to or behind super-tall people/hipsters when I am barely over 5 feet tall, but i guess it’s my fault for having crappy genes ill-adapted for going to concerts, 2) standing next to people who wouldn’t stop making out (when people are shouting at you to “get a room,” you know it’s not good), 3) when at least one girl attempted to crowd surf and failed, 4) when this one guy wouldn’t stop hitting on Amy even though she was obviously not interested, although not obvious enough for this guy because her personality does not include “acting like a bitch.” Dear people of the male persuasion: do not talk try to a girl WHILE THE CONCERT IS GOING ON, IT’S KIND OF AWKWARD.

Otherwise, good times were had.

The giggling gets freaky after a while, but I like the music to Chapi Chapo. Whatever it would be categorized as. [via swiss miss]

Tenori-On = want.

…More so after it costs less than $1200. Either that or after I become really rich, but I think the former is more likely to happen first.

It reminds me of watching PBS as a kid, but if all the TV show intros/outros were really shiny and three dimensional. Super. Trippy.

I prefer the Mathematikal remix of DVNO over the original, but it’s all good.

This song is composed just from the sound effects from Windows 98 and Windows XP. It is quite neat. [via neatorama]

Beware.

A few songs of mild happiness. If you don’t like them, I’ll cut yew.

Kylie Minogue - In My Arms

This song is Calvin Harris up the wazoo. Because he partially produced it. I’ve never really been into Kylie Minogue, but that might change with her latest album.

Lykki Li - Little Bit (Diego Chavez Remix)

It took me a while to get into Lykke Li, who I will put into the “Swedish pop” category even though that’s kind of vague. And that’s why I give you mp3s. It’s like giving out samples of food instead of having to come up with any kind of well though-out description of what I want you to ingest. Wooo. So yes, this remix is what got me interested, a dancier version of the original. [via The Lemur Blog]

Switches - Every Second Counts (Ocelot Remix)

I didn’t like this upon my first listen, and then quickly became mildly obsessed with it. And I don’t know why. Ocelot transformed the original song into something full of awesome and unicorns and Jolly Ranchers. [via discodust]

Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

Admitting this will probably make me look bad, but this is the first time I’ve really listened to Neutral Milk Hotel. The whole 10-year-anniversary thing piqued my interest. I’m sure I tried listening to them before; they must not have meshed with my 12-year-old brainwaves a decade years ago. Now they mesh. I am happy.

Few things scream “awesomesauce” quite like Feist dancing around a seemingly endless field of barrels shooting off fireworks.

Feist - I Feel It All

Here you go:

Rewatch the finished video. (”Rewatch” because surely, you’ve seen it before. Unless you don’t use the Internet enough.)

Drew wrote a song about donuts. And made a video about pugs. And put them together. It is, what I like to call…a masterpiece:

I wish I lived near Spudnuts. T_T

This weekend I made Olivia watch Hot Chip’s video for Ready For The Floor. Her reaction was appropriate: eyes agog, mouth slightly agape, overall giving off a sense that said, “holyshitawesome.” If you haven’t seen the video yet, WATCH IT NOW:

If you’re still, “Huh?” after watching the video, here’s a “making of” that might un-huh things:

Glee.

This isn’t new, but I’ve only just seen it now. So my brain thinks its new. And that’s what matters. For now.

The video sets MSTRKRFT’s remix of Annie’s “Heartbeat” to Design for Dreaming, a populuxe film made by General Motors in 1956. I’m not crazy about the remix (I love the original, although the remix by The Field is great in a totally different way), but synched with the paleo-future film where WHOLE CAKES ARE BORNE OUT OF GLASS DOME-SHAPED OVENS, it’s…kind of awesome. [via populuxe on facebook]